Let The Heart Fly

There are echoes. There are cries. There are wounded hearts and troubled minds. Busy footsteps are the routine and blank faces, the norm. Polished behavior and formal handshakes are all that we are taught. A smile should always be gentle , not straight from the heart. Masks and veils and masquerades on words ,emotions and what not. Greeting people is done with a fake smile or none at all. Perfection demands to be Modest , gentle, positive, confident, polite ... and the list goes on. Behaving, dressing, talking, responding, standing, sitting - every aspect, every detail needs to be done a certain way. There is an invisible rule book drawn for everyone to follow, every single day.
Actions could be tamed to follow an order. 
But can hearts be tamed? The heart is a wanderer. It explores the depths no one has ever been to before. It finds hidden places and lost treasures. It sees everything in a way nothing else can see. It has in it to find light in the darkness and beauty in nothingness. It tells you that every night has a day and so will we. It teaches you, or rather makes you smile brightly, unbound. It takes you high up in life’s winds to soar among the clouds, to dream with no fences, to reach what you dreamed of, to stand out, to inspire, to fall and get back up, to roar like a lion, to accept yourself just as you are, to be YOU! 

Let your heart out of the cage, 
Let it glide, and like an eagle rage,
Tell it , it’s okay to fall,
You can rise like a phoenix and stand up tall!

Comments

  1. UnknownJanuary 4, 2020 at 8:13 AM

    Truly said. Heart can never be tamed

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  2. Pradeep AniruddhaNovember 16, 2020 at 10:25 PM

    Wow ! Such Beautiful Thoughts .. Beautiful Mind creates a Beautiful Life in the Beautiful World for all the Beautiful Fellow Beings. Thank you for those creative words.

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